I finished my cup of coffee and made an excuse to leave the room. I had a lot to do before the recognition luncheon. First on my list was to hide all fo my contraband. This was trickier than it sounded.

As soon as I rounded the corner, I picked up my pace. I pulled out my communicator and reached my wife on the other line.

“Move everything. It’s time.”

If the Corporation had its way, it would know all of my secrets after the “promotion” was completed. I needed to stop the promotion, but barring that, I needed to get my family to safety.

This contingency had been discussed more than once. My wife had specific instructions to gather our belongings, particularly anything regarding the Movement, and leave. She knew where to go and had people to help her, none of which were known to me. The Movement was more important than me or my family. It had to be protected, especially from the techs who operated the promotion facilities. Once the process began, I would have no more secrets.